and fishers, and asked where they could catch the best fish. The boy ran
over to Ouren’s again and told them—his father objecting to his going,
saying the men would shoot him. His father hitched up the horse in the
wagon, but, seeing the boy so anxious to go, said he might take one of the
horses and go and tell the people what he had seen, if he went the east
road. He at once started for Madelia, riding at the utmost strength of the
horse, which once fell and covered him with mud.
“I PICKED UP MYSELF FIRST,”
“and then the horse,” he said, “and was soon off again,” shouting to
everybody to look out, the robbers were about. But no one would believe a
word he said. At last he came to the hotel and saw Thomas Vought, who said
they might believe him, because he always spoke the truth. He then gave up
his horse and returned in a wagon. The people left him to take care of the
horses, and they went down to the north branch of the river, by Andrew
Andersen’s. He heard the shooting, but saw nothing till the men were
caught.